He sits and knits, so patiently. Carefully. Gently weaving the delicate bones and tissue together.
He sits on His throne, eagerness rising up inside of Him. His creation, His masterpiece, is nearly done. He tenderly places a small tuft of black hair on top, adds dimples, a one-of-a-kind personality, unique DNA, and ten little perfect fingers and toes. He gives His work of art a button nose, two blue eyes, and, with a loving kiss atop the wispy head, sends him to earth, where He can’t wait to show him off.
3 months later…..
She is scared. Scared to death. She’s late. She’s been late before, but not this late. Is it possible…maybe she should get a test first and find out, just to be sure. But what if she is? What will her boyfriend say?
2 hours later….
She is stone still, tears streaming down her face. The test is positive. She’d called her boyfriend and told him what happened. He was angry. Threatened to leave her if she didn’t get rid of it. He wasn’t ready for babies. Or any kind of responsibility. He wasn’t a man, and she should have known that three months ago. But she’d been too excited.
She swallows hard, debating in her mind what to do. This baby would be expensive to care for, and her parents….they didn’t know. They would never have to know. She could get rid of it, her boyfriend wouldn’t leave her, her parents would never find out, and everything would be back to normal.
A few weeks later…
She walks out of the clinic, feeling relieved, scared, and sad. She keeps trying to reassure herself that she did the right thing. She’d called her boyfriend and told him her plan. He sounded happy, and told her he was proud of her. She sighs. Why does she feel so awful? Her boyfriend is proud of her and didn’t leave her, her parents don’t know a thing, and she won’t have to waste money caring for that thing. She sighs again, wishing the cloud hanging over her would disappear.
Up in Heaven…
Tears fill His eyes, as He gently cradles the baby boy. He was so excited to show off His creation to the world. So eager to give this new little person a chance at life. He had wonderful plans for this boy’s life. Plans that no one earth could ever dream of. His heart breaks when He remembers the baby’s cries during the horrific procedure in the clinic. Well, he was safe in Heaven now. He would protect him, and the angels would watch over him. He snuggles the sweet little bundle closer to His chest, angry at His enemy. Angry that he lied about His creation, slyly whispering in people’s ears, “It’s just a fetus…it’s just a bunch of cells….it’s so expensive to take care of it…the abortion is painless.”
No. It’s not painless. The baby felt pain, the mother felt pain, and He felt pain. What a crock.
“For You created my inmost being, You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with You” -Psalm 139:13-18